"I can't eat anymore." Valentine Teller said as she stood up, preparing to dump the noodles, but Mark Reed took them from her.
She looked at him in surprise, and he just started eating the noodles.
He not only finished all her noodles but also drank the soup completely.
Valentine suddenly felt a sting in her nose, a strange emotion rippling in her heart.
"I'll wash the dishes."
Valentine, realizing her vulnerability, quickly cleared the table of dishes and chopsticks.
At the moment of turning around, a tear fell onto the floor.
She buried her head as she walked into the kitchen, seriously washing dishes and pots; before her eyes was still a blur, tears rolling down her cheeks, tasting salty.
She didn't know why she was crying, but she cried anyway, tears falling uncontrollably, making her unable to stop.
Mark Reed looked at the busy figure of Valentine in the kitchen, his brow furrowing tighter.
